Chapter 1777 Collapse
This matter had a great impact on Xiang Nan.
After struggling for so long and killing so many people, the Martial Monarchs of the human race had all died, and even the Demon Monarch had disappeared.
In the end, everything was just empty.
It's ridiculous that our humans are still fighting amongst themselves, thinking that the biggest enemy is White River.
As a result, a person was just a race that could not escape, quietly hiding in a person's dream to survive.
Judging from the description in the diary, the human race in the "real world" was broadly defined. It was as if all those below the God Race who possessed life and high intelligence were collectively referred to as humans.
This should also include the current demons and demons. In other words, the humans in "That World" had many branches.
Xiang Nan stood in the void and let out a long sigh. He lowered his head and looked at his hands, feeling like he was in a trance but not real.
Was he really there? Or perhaps it was just an illusion in the dreams of the owner of the diary.
The dreams of humans were connected by a large number of fragments. In some dreams, there would be a large number of characters. Even the dreamer did not know who they were. These characters disappeared in a flash.
"Then what am I? Was I a passing guest in a flash, in a hurry in the dream?" Xiang Nan lowered his head, his face filled with confusion.
The dream of the owner of the diary was not short. It took hundreds of millions of years to do this. Compared to those decades of life, his life was probably not even worth a flick of his finger.
Did the owner of that diary really dream for billions of years?
The cognition of time in dreams was different from the cognition of time in reality.
It was very likely that the owner of the diary had only been dreaming for a few months, and the people living in his dreams felt as if billions of years had passed.
Xiang Nan used lightning power to condense a small silver needle and pierced through the back of his hand.
He silently watched as bright red blood flowed out of his skin. A slight stinging pain was very clear.
But now, Xiang Nan also had doubts about all of this.
What's real, what's fake.
These humans, these countless humans, exactly where did they come from? Were they the characters in the dreams of the diary owner?
Or was it that there really was a real life form that appeared in the dreams of the owner of the diary?
If he suddenly woke up, would he suddenly disappear? Will the people of the world disappear along with him?
Xiang Nan's heart suddenly emptied. He had received an unprecedented blow.
This kind of blow was even more severe than his defeat at the hands of the enemy.
If one day someone suddenly tells you that all your efforts are in vain and everything you know is false, then this despair cannot be erased by effort.
Xiang Nan returned to the Six Emperors World in a daze.
He looked at the dilapidated world, his eyes still blank.
With so many people dead, did he really need to feel heartache?
Are these dead people real? If they were merely the product of a flickering consciousness in their dreams, would these people still need pity and sympathy if they were dead, alive, or not?
What is homicide.
Xiang Nan sketched out a character in his mind. Next, he chose to forget this character.
He murmured to himself, "Have I ever killed someone? Have I forgotten the character I imagined in my mind just now? Is that person dead? Did I kill him?"
"Do I need to blame myself?"
Xiang Nan felt that there was a mass of darkness, and it began to grow in his heart quietly.
The darkness began to engulf him and wrap him up, making him unable to breathe.
For the first time in history, Xiang Nan's Dao Heart had clearly loosened. His Dao Heart was unstable.
He had doubts about everything he had insisted on before.
That darkness was the beginning of the destruction of the Dao Heart.
Xiang Nan knew very well what had happened to him. He knew that his Dao Heart was being buried, but there was nothing he could do to prevent this from happening.
He could not persuade himself.
Everything he had inherited, believed in, insisted on, and worked hard for was like a building collapsing in an instant, unstoppable.
He looked at his hands and felt that his strength was declining.
If everything was fake, why would he have to cultivate so hard, and why would he need to possess such strength?
Xiang Nan had completely lost his motivation to advance. He no longer had any desire for cultivation or cultivation.
Xiang Nan flew back to the Bai Clan's territory.
In the ruins of the battle, everyone was still waiting for Xiang Nan's return.
Everyone held their breath when they saw a ray of light floating towards them from afar.
They earnestly and diligently wanted to see if the person shrouded in that light was Bai He or Xiang Nan.
The face in the light decided the fate of the world.
The intense light didn't fly very fast. It took him nearly a minute to fly from the horizon to the front of everyone.
After everyone saw that the person was Xiang Nan, the crowd erupted with the warmest cheers.
"It's Xiang Nan! He defeated White River! It's really Xiang Nan!"
"We won! We won!"
"Hahahaha, Bai He is dead, we don't need to die anymore!"
The Whampoa Sea King, Teng Jing, and Shi Beihong nodded their heads in satisfaction. They had given Xiang Nan great hope in their hearts, but they hadn't misjudged him.
But there are people who are more sensitive.
Xu Caiyue, Meng Die, Huangpu Ruyan, and the others had clearly sensed Xiang Nan's change.
However, he did not know how this change came about, nor what it meant.
However, he felt that Xiang Nan was not as happy as he had imagined. In fact, Xiang Nan's eyes were filled with an unprecedented gloom.
Although Xiang Nan forced a smile, they still managed to catch him with keen senses.
"It's finally over." Shi Beihong let out a long sigh and said, "The era of being ruled by the Bai Clan has finally come to an end."
"Although this ending is not perfect, it will cost countless lives."
Xiang Nan looked at the Nine Flowers Woman and said, "Senior Nine Flowers, it's time to return the Demon Emperor's body to him."
"I took the initiative to return his body. Do you have any way to revive him and let his soul return to his body?"
The Nine Flowers Woman said, "It's very difficult. You took away his body, and this is the most complete and perfect way of taking away his body, because he volunteered without the slightest bit of resistance."
"Once this perfect possession succeeds, it will be as difficult as ascending to the heavens for the Demon Emperor's soul to return."
Xiang Nan frowned and said, "I feel that there is some uncertainty in what you said. Is there still a chance?"
The Nine Flowers Woman said, "Yes, but it's a slim chance. Since you've done so much for the world, I have an obligation to help you."
"In the next three years, I will take away his soul and body. If I can succeed, then you will regain the Demon Emperor within three years."
"If you fail, then the Demon Emperor will no longer exist. I hope you are mentally prepared. The probability of success is not high."
Hearing this, everyone present cheered again.
It's better to have hope than nothing.
At this moment, both humans and demons needed a pillar of support, a spiritual support.
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